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VOL. XI. NO. 8.
TIONESTA, PA., MAY 15, 1878.
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Spring Time.
The boyhood of the year. Tennyson.
The ploanant Hpring, the joyous Spring !
His coil r bo in onward now;
lie eomos with minllght on his wing,
And beauty on his brow 1
Uis impulso thrills through rill and flood,
And throbs along the main,
Tis stirring in the waking wood.
And trombling o'or the plain.
Cornelius Weblm.
Kpring hangs her Infant blossoms on tho trees,
Coinper.
Tho Hpring is here the dulicate-footed May,
With its Blight fingers full of loaves and flow
ers, And with it comes a thirat l l n
In lovelier scenes, to pans thetio swootor hours,
A fueling like the worm's awakening wings,
Wild for companionship with swifter things.
N.J'. Willis.
Whon will-apparollod April on the heels of
Hinging Winter troads. Shakespeare.
Woloomo, sweet season of delight j
What beautios charm the wand'ring sight
In thy enchanting roign !
How froHh doBconds tho morning dew,
While opening flowers of various hue
1$ Jdei'k the sprightly plain.
EluaUth licntUy.
Whon every hrako hath found its note, and
sunshine Bmiles in ovory flower.
Edioard Everett.
Tho lovc-tbrilliug hedgo-birda are wild with de
light; Liko arrows loud whistling the swallows flit by;
1 lie rapturous lark, as he soars out of sight,
Sonds us sun-lighted melody down from sky;
In the air that they quaff, all the feathery
throng
Taste the spirit of Spring that outbursts in a
"K- Horace Smith.
For lo, the Winter is past, the rain is over
and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the
time of the singing of birds is come, and the
voice of the turtle is heard in the land. Bible.
Ia thak soft soason whon descending showers
Cdl forth the greens, and wake the rising
ll'iw'M;
When opening buds salute the welcome day,
Aud each relenting feels the genial ray.
Pope.
CALLED TO ACCOUNT.
A DETKCTIVB'a STOBr.
Borne years ago, when I wan quite
a young man, I was sent down to Evan's
Corners, about a big robbery that had
occurred, aud while I was there, work
ing the thing np, my nttention was at
tractod by a pretty girl I used to see at
tho hotel where I stopped. .Nobody
could help noticing her, she was such a
beauty. Her hair and eyes were very
dark, but her skin was as fair aa a lily,
with jnst a dash of red that came and
went in her cheeks. Her form was
Blender, bnt well rounded, and her hand
was as white and finely formed as any
lady'a in the land. Her name was Rose
Wynne, and of course she had plenty
of admirers, but she coquetted with them
all. llowover there were two who were
a long way ahead of the others. I nsed
to wonder which she liked the best, but
I could never guess, for while she smiled
sweetly on one, she would fling a merry
word at the other, and so on. Both
young men wore good looking one fair,
the other dark and both were carpen
ters. One was called Andrew Davis,
and the other Mark Sheldon.
Sheldon was a jealous fellow, and
showed it. Davis was jealous, too, but
didn't show it so plain. Sheldon was
always in a quarrel with her. Davis, I
fancied, was angry enough at her coquet
teries sometimes to eat her, but he never
let on.
Rose Wynne knew I was a detective,
aud had a sort of awe and curiosity about
me. Many a yarn I told her, some true,
some not. It was so pretty to see her
big eyes kindle and grow bigger.
I used to joke her sometimes and try
and discover which she liked best, Davis
or Sheldon. But she would never toll
me.
" See hero, Rose," I said to her one
day whon she had been playing those
two chaps olF against each other pretty
lively, "you'll have those foolish fellows
lighting about you if you're not care
ful' 4
" I'm much more afraid of one of them
lighting me," she laughed.
" Which one ?' I asked, laughing too;
but I thought of Davis' glowering looks.
" Guess," she said.
"They've both got temper, too much
ofit."
"Andrew Davis hasn't much tem
per," she said.
"I shouldu't like to be in your skin
if you ever jilt him for tho other," I
answered.
"Why not ?"she asked.
"Never mind," I said; "but if you
ever niuke np your mind to marry any
body beside Andy Davis, don't do it
while he's around that's all."
Rose glanced to where Davis was
standing, at the other end of the ver
andah, watching us, though he pre
tended not. Then she looked back at
me.
" Well, you're solemn enough about
it," she said; "any ono would think
you meant it."
We both laughed, but I said, shaking
my head;
"You know that I do mean every
woru.
" Well. I'll tell Ton what T'H do.
said Rose. "If any harm ever comes
to me through either of t hem, 111 prom
ise to come to yon, Mr. Sharpe, or send
... 1 . 4 J 11 ,. x a
my guost to uui you wno am it. And
yon must hunt him down for it. Will
you promise me that ?"
" Yes, I will," I said ; " and there's
mr hand nnon it."
And we shook hands, had a laugh over
it, and thought that the last of it of
oonrse. Well, I went away soon after,
and it was a year almost to 'a day before
T - - 11. 1 mi v .
x over saw tue piace again, men i had
aimost iorgoiten mere was bucu ft per
Bon as Rose Wynne.
The ftnAA T wuh nn vna a varv imnnvl.
ttVlt OnA. and T iliiln't wont if. knnam T
f a auu w AW JUlv TV A.
was around at all. So I had disguised
myseii in a farmer kind of rig, that I
don't believA mv nvm mnthor nnnl1
have known me in. I had stopped at a
-i i i ... -
uuuiip longing uonse at tue end of the
town, because I suspected some of the
gang I was after frequneted it.
I'd had my Bupper, and gone to my
A a. t x 1 -a .
iu kj muy me winaow and study a
bit about tho business in hand. I am
positive I wasn't thinking of Rose
Wvnne. I don't believe T hml 1
of her since 1 got there, my head was so
mi. oi uusiness.
M.T room was on thecronnd flin-ir and
tho wjndow wns open. It was growing
uubs. At wasn t a very nice part of the
town lots of roncllR nllnnt vnn tnnv
-i J"-' " " ,
bo when I saw a woman standing all at
once mere nmter my window alone too
m. aw vviMJ v T tJUDCl UUt WUUU
she looked up. and I aw it waa Rose
w.yune, i tiiongnt that was queerer yet.
Sho was all in black, even her head
was wound about with thick folds of
black, and never hnd T uwn hi an oo.i
and solemn. She came close to the
window aud looked np at me.
" oir. ouarpe?" she said.
I in mi. ml : for vnn una T .1 i .1 nnl
. 1 f vw a ...VA MSV
think any one would know me, fixed'
nn na T - 1 T . 1 1 .
"h" x woo, uu oitiu iu wuieper ;
"Is it really you, Rose? Don't
speak loud, please, for I don't want
to be known here."
She wont richt on without RonmtniT
to have heard me.
" Harm has come to mo," she Baid,
"and it was Andy Davis. Remember
your promise.
And thou, all in a flash, she wai gone,
and I couldn't have told where, up,
down, or 'round the corner of the house:
ouiy sue u gone, and 1 nndn t Been her
go.
As I Hat Rfflrinc mit. with lior nrnnl.
inng- through aud through my head,
began to feel kind of creepy and odd.
Now. I don't believe anvone who known
me would call me superstitious. But
dl'nt onoo, as I sat there, it came over
me that mtW 1A T hurl aswn 1? ten Wvnno'o
j "'vf 1 1 y uiiu a
izllost instead nt hprKulf Hhn V
tainly spoken and looked very strangely
for a living woman.
Then I laughed at myself for the
fancy. '
"Sharrift. old fnllnw " ail T x.in
A f 1 -, J
know there are no such things as ghosts.
What iu the name of common sense are
you dreaming of?"
Ana l put on my coat and hat and
went out into the town to ana if T innM
learn anything about the business I had
come down there upon.
Every now and then as I walked along
in the darkness the tlinnuht. nt Ttnaa
Wynne would come over me with a kind
t 11 111 - r 1 a l .
iu mriii, uiu x seemea to near ner Bay
ing :
"Remember your promise."
I tried to shake nff tha i
f m. voDtvUf
bnt all to no nnrnoRA. and at laafr. T of
ped into a Btore and said to a clerk, a
1 "W
lenuw wuom i recognized as one of
Rose's old admirers:
"Is there a younor crirl livinar ronnd
here by the name of Rose Wynne?
'Cause I've got a letter for her."
" Then vou've cot a letter for & d
woman," he Baid. "Rose Wynne is
dead: drowned in the river.
"Who did it?" I asked, turning
OOld.
"Did it herself. I suppose. I never
heard of any one else being accused of
it."
"And why should Bhe? Where is
Andy Davis?" I blurted out. before I
knew what I was about.
" Oh, Andy went away ever bo lone
ago. I guess Rose and he were engaged.
It was thought that they quarreled may
be, and that was why she drowned her
self. "
I did not continue the conversation
but left the store and went back to my
room.
That night I dreamed that Robo came
to my bedside, and stood lookiner at me
just aa she hod under my window, and
said:
" It was Andy Davis; remember your
promise.
Well, I made some more inn nines
round and I found the general impres
sion was that Rose had drowned herself,
just as the clerk had told me. The body
hod .never been found, but she waa
missing, and her handkerchief and
cloves, and the hat she wore the meht
she diaappeared, were picked up on the
river bonk. The water was very swift
here, and it was generally believed the
body hiul drifted out to the lake.
Well. I had Bonie urettv curious
thoughts. Was Rose dead or wasn't she ?
At all events there was a mystery, aud
T ; i .1 ii i .
i was juhi ine ieiiow to ierret it our.
The first thing was to find Andy Davis.
So, just as soou as I had got through
I he business I was on, I started on his
track.
I was oblicfod to hunt for him much
longer than I expected; but I found him
at last. The longer I looked for him
the more I suspected he hud something
ngly on his mind. People with clear
consciences ain't, as a general thing, bo
hard to find. Well, as I Baid, I found
him at last, working on a farm, and he
a carpenter by trade. lie waa a gaol
two hundred miles from Evan's Corners,
and he'd got ft new name besides that
He called himself Thompson, but he
couldn't Thompson me. I knew him
the minute I put my eyes on him. lie
was at supper with the man he was work
ing for and the other farm hands, and I
stood and watched him 'through the
kitchen window some minutes. He'd
changed a good deal, got thin and yel
low, and had a sort of hunted look in
his eyes, that settled his case for me
then and there. I never saw that look
in an innocent man's face.
The kitchen door stood open, and I
walked in without any ceremony, and
going directly up to him I laid my hand
on his shoulder.
"How do you do, Mr. Davis?" said
I. You should have Been him. I've had
some experience with frightened men,
but I can safely say with truth, that I
never saw one bo Beared as he was. I
never in my life saw a face turn so
white as his did. First he jumped up
and looked round as if he was going to
run, then he sat down again and set his
teeth hard. You see, he recognized me
and knew that I was a detective.
"My name ain't Davis," said he,
glowering at me with eyes like coals. "
I don't know yoUj sir."
" Your name is Davis, and I know
you if you don't know me." I answered
in a low voice. " Who do you suppgse
sent me here after you ?"
His eyes almost jumped out of his
head, and his teeth would chatter in
spite of himself.
"Rose Wynne sent me," I went on;
"you know what for."
When I said that, tho wretch fell on
his knees and fairly howled for mercy.
"I'll confess," he shrieked, "I killed
her, I did. I'd sworn Sheldon shouldn't
have her, and I killed her to keep her
from marrying him. She Baid she'd
hunt me for it. She said she'd come out
of her grave to hang me, and Bhe has
kept her vow."
I took him bock to Evans Corners
as fast as we could travel, and lodged
him ia the prison there.
The trial came oil in due time. There
wasn't ono atom of evidence that he did
the deed, except his own confession to
me. lie hadn t opened his lips to any
ono since; and when he was called upon
to plead "Guilty, or not guilty." thevil-
lian answered, "Not guilty," after all,
As he said the words, there was a
slight stir among the crowd behind him.
lie looked round, and something he saw
there turned his face chalky.
Ho gave a sort of gasp, staggered
upon his feet, and fairly screamed out
" Uuilty I" and fell down ih a fit.
They carried him out writhing and
foaming at tho mouth, and as they did
so, a woman dressed in black came lor
ward and threw back her vail. It was
Rose Wynne alive and standing before
us more beautiful than ever.
" He tried to kill me," she said. " It
was not his fault that he did not suc
ceed. I had' been engaged to marry Mr.
Sheldon a long time, but because my
father was opposed to him and favored
Mr. Davis, we had kept the engagement
a secret from every one. I had gone out
that nicht. bv aDtxrintment. to meet mv
promised husband, and as I was crossing
on tue railroad bridge, over the river,
Andrew Davis came from the other side
and met me. He told me if I did not
Eromise to marry him then and there
e'd throw me over the bridge into the
water. I waa always afraid of him; he
bad bucu a savage look in his eyes some
times, and I knew him to be terribly
jealous of Mark Sheldon. But 1 would
not promise him anything of the kind.
I could not believe he would really carry
out his threat, and I expected Mark
would come every minute.
" When he took hold of me, nd I saw
he was in earnest, and really intended
to drown me, I struggled with him, and
told him ii he did harm me, I d have
him hung for it, if I had to come out of
my grave to do it. And I also told him
I was going to marry Mark Sheldon, and
that I had come out there to meet him.
For I thought perhaps it would scare
him if he thought Mark was anywhere
around. But he suddenly snatched my
shawl off me and wound it round my
head to keep my Bcreams from beine
heard, and the next moment he lifted me
iu his arms and threw me over into the
river, lie did not kuow that 1 was an
expert swimmer ; but beforo I could free
myself from the folds of the shawl I had
gone under the water twice. The second
time I rose to the surface I swam toward
the bauk, but the current was so swift I
would inevitably have been drowned if
Mark bad not come just then, m time to
save me. Davis had run awav as fast
as he could, and he did not know that
he had failed in killing me, after alL
The shock was a dreadful one to me,
and my fear of Andy Davis was so
great that I begged Mark to hide me
from him, and from every one, and let
it be supposed that I was dead. So
then we were married, and went awav
from this part of the country for several
months, till we heard that Davis had
gone away, when we returned. But I
kept close, and let no one but my own
folks know I was alive, for I was deter
mined that Davis should be punished in
some manner. So I never went out
without a thick double veil over mv
face, for I was afraid of Davis yet.
men, one evening, i was riding
along in a carriage, with my husband,
wheu I saw Mr. Sharpe sitting at a win
dow. He was diHgnised, but I recog
nized him, and I remembered that he
had once promised to help me if I ever
needed his services. So I went up to the
window quietly, and spoke to him, aud
told him about Davis, and that is all.
didn't want the man hung, of course
but I hope he won't be allowed to mur
der me, as I am sure he will want to
when he finds I am not dead.
But Davis was past doing any one any
further injury. The wretch went from
one fit into another, and finally died
literally frightened to death. And bo
his sin had certainly found him out.
The Boiling Lake of Dominica.
Dominica, the most mountainous of
the Lesser Antilles, is about thirty miles
in length by sixteen in breadth. The
physical formation of the island is in
describably rugged, and the scenery
generally is of the moBt varied and
beautiful character. The highest moun
tain. Morne Diablotin, is 4,533 feet
above the level or the sea, or a little
higher than Ben Nevis, in Scotland.
There are several large civers in the
island, but its interior is still little
known, although nearly 400 years have
elapsed since the discovcy of the island
by Columbus. A correspondent of the
luustracea tiondon News relates the
discovery of the boiling lake, and the
details of a recent journey to that re-
marKaoie place:
We stood upon a large plateau of
aoout mty acres in extent, which is in
reality a small spur of what have since
been called the Sulphur Hills. Here
and there over this plateau, on the sur-
iace oi which is no vestige of vegetation,
were huge charred trunks of trees, large
masses of volcanic rock, and numberless
blow-holes, ejecting steam and water.
The water, collecting from all Bides.
formed in the center of this scene of
desolation a milk-white, impetuous
stream, discharging itself over the edge
of the plateau into the precipice be
neath. Picking our way cautiously
over mis volcanic bed of scoria, pumice,
and sulphur, and jumping from rock to
rock, which here and there protruded
from the stream, we crossed ft firm
mound or earth beyond, and unexpect
edly found ourselves at the edge of the
Boiling Luke. Here, then, at an eleva
tion of about 2,400 feot above the level
of the sea, and on the southern side of
the Sulphur Hills, is the Boiling Lake
oi Dominica, it is a body or pale slate
colored boiling water, inclosed in a cir
cnlar bnnin of ihnnt. ir.fl irarla in nrirlfli
the sides of the basin being, I should
say, about sixty feet in height. The
bare summits of the Sulphur Hills rise
about 500 feet above the edge of the
basin, and from blow-holes in the aide
of the hills issue small quantities of
water, which m their downward course
to the lake foim two tributary rivulets.
On arriving at the edge of the basin one
sees nothing but clouds of steam rising
from the lake. But tho noise of the
boiling water is distinctly audible, and
it is only when a passing breeze for a
moment dissipates the clouds of steam
that one sees boiling in vast bubbles
the body of water at one's feet. The
actually boding portion of the lake
must oe in a circle oi about lorty leet
iu diameter, and the bubbles rise. I
should say, about three or four feet into
the air. The ripples caused by the
boiling break towards tho surrounding
J1X1 11
snore until mey lave the sulphur-coaled
stones at the water's edge. The water
itself, it is curious to observe, has, near
the shore, a circular motion, which, per
haps, to some extent, accounts for the
shape of the lake's basin: for I noticed
that a small log thrown into the water
traveled round the lake, passing and
repassing tue spot at which it had enter
ed the water. The only apparent exit
to the lake is on the southwestern side,
and is not unlike a railwav cutting sav
about nine feet in width. The amount
of water discharged through this exit is
apparently very small; but on closer
examination I noticed an extensive sub
surface drainage, which! at about 200
yards south of the lake, forms a beauti
ful waterfall.
The Story of May -Day.
When the Romans came to Britain to
live, many hundred years ago, they
brought, of course, their own customs
and festivals, among which was one in
memory of Flora, the Goddess of Flow
ers. The heathen our ancestors, you
know adopted them with delight, be
ing in the childhood of their race. Tbey
became very popular; and when, some
years later, a good priest, Gregory,
came (irom itome also; to convert the
natives, he wisely took advantage of
their fondness for festivals, and not trv-
ing to suppress them, he simply altered
them from heathen feasts to Christian
games, by substituting the names of
saints and martyrs for heathen gods and
goddesses. Thus the Floralia became
May-day celebration, and lost hone of
its popularity by the change. On the
contrary, it was coiried on all over Eng
land for ages, till its origin would have
been lost but for a few pains-taking old
writers, wuo "made notes or every
thing. Ihe Floralia we care nothing for. but
the May-day games have lasted nearly
to our day, and some relics of it survive
in our young country. When you crown
a May queen, or go with a May party,
you are simply following a custom that
tho Romans began, and that oar remote
ancestors in England carried to such
lengths, that not only ordinary people,
but lords and ladies, and even king and
queen laid aside their state and went " a
Maving " earlv in tho morninir. tn wnuh
their faces iu May dew, and bring home
fresh boughs and flowers to dock the
May-pole, which reared its flowerv
crown in every village. St. Nicholas.
One may study nature all his lifetime.
and theu not be able to explain why the
man who misHCs one step in going down
Htairs is certain to miss three or four
more beforo ho brings up.
FAKM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD
Farm ana Clardea Nalea.
We think it pays to spread the coal
ashes under the trees in the orchard.
Lime is a good manure for clayey soils
and plaster for sandy ones, because the
former retains and the latter attracts
moisture.
Have a place to put all the bones that
accumulate about the farm. They are
worth money, and can readily be dissol
ved by wood ashes and chamber lye or
by muriatic acid.
Dnst young cabbago plant with buI
phui and plaster to check the greenish
black jumping beetle, that sometimes
attack them. Guano is particularly ac
ceptable to the cabbage plant.
Don't plant till the ground is fit. As
a rule you gain nothing by premature
gardening. When the clods crumble
thoroughly, under tho pressure of your
loot, bhe ground is dry enough.
In cases of caked udder in cows foment
the effected part with hot water and rub
with the hand several times a day. Pro
per feeding and a dry bed will, as a rule,
obviate the necessity of any treatment
lor this complaint.
Do not cast aside the old favorites
sweet William, petunias, phlox, holly
hocks, lady slippers, verbenas, chrysan
themums, Canterbury bells for any new
fangled flowers. There are many new
and desirable things in the floral world,
bnt it will not do to discard these old
jewels of the garden and the lawn.
Potatoes flourish well in heavily ma
nured sod. The following is said to be
a good formula for a fertilizer for this
crop: Thirty pounds of wood ashes, thir
ty pounds of air-slacked lime, twenty
pounds of fine salt, fifteen pounds of
bone dust, fifteen pounds of plaster:
the whole to be thoroughly mixed. An
ounce of this compound in each hill of
potatoes will toll a good story at harvest
time.
On a large scale, no way of improving
an orchard is equal to plowing in clover,
Prepare the land carefully and sow clo
ver and nothing else. Plaster at the rate
of three pecks to the acre. Don't mow
the- clover but plow in when at full
growth. Sow clover again and treat
with plaster, and plow in again, Bowing
no crop meanwhile, and the fertility of
your orchard will be wonderfully in
creased.
During the discussions of the Penn
sylvania Fruit Growers' Society several
members expressed their confidence in
whitewash as a preventive of blight in
the pear. Mr. Median said he never
saw blight on trees that were white
washed, lio said Mr. William Saunders,
of Washington, Velieves it to be an ab-
solute remedy. Mr. Hoopes stated that
during his trip west he had witnessed
the beneficial effect of whitewash on
trees. Mr. Eagle thought there was no
excuse for not trying this remedy.
If the cow mopes, don't fancy she has
" the hollow horn." and go to boring
holes in her horns for the purpose of
in ject''ng vinegar, pepper, or other stuff.
ihe horns of a young eow are soft, and
warm with rapidly circulating blood, but
as she grows older and the horn has
more surface, it becomes cooler, because
comparatively less blood circulates there.
in the process of growth a portion of the
center of the bone becomes absorbed.
leaving a cavity. Into this the cold air
irom we nostras passes, helping to cool
the horn. The older the animal, the
larger will be the hollow in the bone and
the colder will be the horn.
How Orape Feed.
A curious, interesting and suggestive
experience is thus recorded in the
Country : We had planted a row of
Delaware vines, one of which was placed
about three feet from a hole in which a
quantity of bones had been buried. The
vines all made a healthy growth, but the
one referred to was specially vigorous.
This, however, we attributed to its gen
eral vigor, and not to any special in
fluence, having forgotten all about the
buried bones. But one a ay, after dig'
ging near this hole, we noticed that our
healthy, vigorous vine was wilting, and
in a few hours it was as completely wilt
ed as if it had been pulled orp by the
roots and exposed to a hot sun. Unable
to account for this strange circumstance.
and suspecting some new enemy, we
dug it up, carefully following all the
roots to their extremities.
To our surprise, however, there was
only ono aoot of any consequence, aud
this led directly to the aforesaid hole,
Following it up, wo came to where we
hod cut it, and there taking up the
severed end, and following that, we
found that the pit full of bones was one
moss of roots. It was evident, there
fore, that when first set out, one of the
roots had pushed off iu the direction of
the bones, and on reaching them, it had
found such a supply of nutriment that it
alone was competent to carry to the vine
all the food it wanted. The other roots
therefore dwindled away, or, at least,
made but a trilling growth, and the vine.
depending wholly upou the single root
just described, perished when it was cut
off.
We niav add that the root was almost
bare of fibrils or branches in its course
from tho viue to tho bones, but once
thro it divided and branched in every
direction, running into the interior of
the hollow bones, and clasping both in
ternal and external surface with a per
fect network of fibrils. To us it showed
several points. Bones are evidently one
of the best manures for the vine, and as
wo wish them to last for years, they
need not be broken up. As it is well to
havD the roots of the vino spread ottor a
considerable space, bones or other very
rich manure tdiould not be placed in
holes, but distributed through tho soil,
Items of Interest.
A boy's first bet Alphabet.
A Chicago man named his twins Adam
and Eve.
In what place are two heads better than
one? In a barrel.
Hartford has a Chinese base ball nine
who muchee muflee. v
" Admittance free," as tho goat said
to the circus poster.
The Shah of Persia has a son that
makes him a pa-shah.
A recent philosopher has discovered a
method to avoid being dunnod. Never
run in debt.
Why is a scratch on the hand liko the
first flight of a fledgling ? Because it is
only a little soar.
Thirty-seven men have been hanged
in New York in four years. New York
is the Hempiro State. Boston Post.
Lives of great men all remind na
We can make our lives gnblime.
And, departing, leave behind us
Creditors to grieve and piue.
Oil City Derrick.
With what little friction' the earth
would revolve if the suavity of a new
beau in the presence of the mother of his ,
adored would only become epidemic. -
A West Hill boy wandered into a
Jefferson street drug store yesterday and '
wanted to buy ton cents' worth of fly
paper " to make kites of." Burlington
Hawkey e.
Chronic "You are looking well,
Mr. Whiff." " Well ? You know that
I'm never welL Just as soon as I stop
being sick for a day, I feel worse for it
the next morning." v
Somebody estimates that every man
who lives to be sixty years old has spent '
seven months buttoning his shirt collar.
Thirty years more should be added for
hunting up the collar button.
A Detroit boy stood an umbrella with v
a cord tied to it in a public doorway.
Eleven persons thought that the um
brella was theirs, and carried it with
them the length of the string. They
then dropped it, and went off without -once
looking back, or stopping to pick -it
up again. Detroit Free Press.
"Edward," Baid a mother to her son,
a boy of eight, who was trundling a hoop
in the front yard. "Edward, you
mustn't go out of that gate into the
street." "No, ma, I won't," was the
reply. A few miuntes afterward his
mother saw him in the street manufao-
turing dirt pies. "Didn't I tell you,"
she said, angrily, not to go through the
gate ?" " Well, I didn't mother," was
the reply. " I climbed over the fence."
Littlo Annie, like most little folks, says
queer things. A few nights ago her mother
had prepared her for bed, and kneeling
by her mother's side she repented the
Lord's Prayer, as usual. She had no
sooner concluded it than she repeated it
again rapidly. "Annie," said her mother
why do you say your prayers twicer
Then the littlo innocent looked up and
remarked: "Well, mamma, I feel just,
like praying to-night and to-morrow
night I may not."
BCB LAST LETTER.
" New York, November seveutecn.
My dearebt Charlos, my soul's delight, '
I could not see yon yester e'en
Yon muHt not vinit me to-night,
Darling, I dare not tell you why ;
but fate ao wills it. All is o'er
I keep my secret with a sigh ;
but in this world we'll meet no more,
And yet I love you Jest the same ;
bat do not judge me as I seem ;
Forgive me, Charley 1 Do not blame,
Think of me only as a dream,
' For I am doomed to fate and die
' We'll meet, perhaps, some happier day
Visit my tomb, bnt do not cry,
Adieu 1 Your poor distracted May.
P. 8 Charles, come to-morrow, anyhow ;
The doctor eavs it hardly shows ;
I'm not ashamed to tell you now
I bad a pimple on my nose !"
Shop-Llfilng Iu PurU.
The crime generally characterized a
"shop-lifting," says a Paris letter
writer, is very common here, the great
shops and bazars offering exceptional
temptations. Every week we hear c
arrests for petit larcenies, aud in niair
cases the criminals are ladies of famil y
and position. I am sorry to say that
number of American ladies have bee:
arrested here, and I remember tv,..
which required all the influence tli;.
Mr. Washburne had to get them o',:.
They finally compromised by paying for
the goods and by giving $100 to the
poor. Kleptomania seems to be on tho
increase. During the past week we
have hod three cases that were very
sad. One French lady stole an articlo
worth fifty cents, although possessing a
large fortune ; another, tho wife of a
rich merchant, had at least lOO.OOu
francs a year to spend. The third casu
is that of a German countess, and tho.
wife of a distinguished general. Home
time ago she took apartnicuta in the,
Rue Lafayette, and soon won the favor
of everybody. Sho lived a regular life ;
had plenty of money, and seemed to
spend her time iu shopping. Every
day she come in with numerous bundled.
Yesterday she was doteoted stealu';'
some small articles in the Magazine d
Louvre, aud on searching her other
things were found upon her. She con
fessed that her mania for pocketing
Bmall things was bo strong that she wun
unable to resist it, and she offered to
pay any Bum not to bo exposed. Tho
uroDrietora said thut they had tried tlit;
compromise system with ladies bo loin;
and vainly, thut they now had to tiy
seventy, and tnoyioii oouuu to pio
ecute tho countess as an exaiu '
Tho poor creature is iu a pitiful cm
tiou to-day, aud her appeals for i
are heartrending. All the great
have to employ special doted-
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